373 Quotes by Michael Ondaatje

I once traveled with a guide who was taking me to Faya. He didn't speak for nine hours. At the end of it he pointed to the horizon and said, 'Faya!' That was a good day.

I went mad before he did, you killed everything in me. Kiss me,will you. Stop defending yourself.

There were nights when Cullis would lie beside her, barely touching her with the tip of his finger. He would move down the bed, kissing her brown hip, her hair, to the cave within her. When they were apart he wrote how he loved the sound of her breath in those moments, the intake and release of it, paced and constant, as if preparing, as if knowing there was to be long distance ahead. His hands on her thighs, his face wet with the taste of her, her open palm on the back of his neck.

I am not in love with him, I am in love with ghosts. So is he, he's in love with ghosts.

There was a time when I could have slept with his friend Briffa, for instance. Around him the air was always fraught with possibilities.

Commissioner Harris at the far end stared along the mad pathway. This was his first child and it had already become a murderer.

The Englishman left months ago, Hana, he's with the Bedouin or in some English garden with its phlox and shit.

The important thing is to be able to live in a place or a situation where you must use your sixth sense all the time.

He'd been a secretive man for most of his life, and now was disconcerted by the secrets he had kept from himself.